The question popped into my head this weekend: What does it mean to really walk with God? I started wondering if it is meant to be me inviting God into my life, or if it is God inviting me into His life. The more I think about it, the more I view it as the latter. Throughout the Old Testament I see God calling, beckoning, telling people to leave their lives behind and enter into His life and plans. The most obvious example is the disciples - who walked away from everything that they called their own to participate in the life of Christ. The only thing is...it's alot less comfortable that way. It's John saying "He must become greater and I must become less." I'm not there yet, but I feel God working out some kinks in me. And I sense He may be preparing me for something I would not have chosen for myself.
On the other side of things, God did step into our lives - right smack into Bethlehem - the Savior of the world wrapped up as a little poor baby. I was listening to Pastor's sermon on my computer and it really hit me how commercialized my view of Christmas had become. I'm beginning to see with fresh eyes just how "real" the event was. Even though it feels like a darker place here in Honduras, I think that the Bible has become more alive to me here. The pace of life, the need for God, the violence, and the poverty here all help me relate more to what I read.
So that's what God has been teaching me. Otherwise, I'm just watching the days roll away until I jump on a northbound plane...and breaking out from some pre-Christmas stress at school. It happens. =)
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